Lake Rodney You were making fun of the way I drive

A figure who was draped in various shades of granite and steel drew near to the lake to observe. The wolfdog bounced through the water before his weary limbs pulled to shore. Pyramus shook his coat to free it of the drenching water. The wolf was curious, or shy, but the wolfdog had no such fears.

Pyramus waved his tail in a friendly gesture. The wolfdog reared back and barked a greeting. The lake lapped gently at his paws and the white socks that climbed up his limbs. Pyramus wondered if this wolf belonged to a pack, if he was the friendly sort, and if he might wish to join the wolfdog in the cool touch of water for a time.